Hard

by Lily Harlem

  Yet I’m frantic, desperate, my limbs barely feel like my own, shaky and light. I’m consumed with need. The need for you. To please and be pleased. I don’t care if we act like animals giving in to basic instincts. It’s what I want. But you…

  You’re so in control.

  You’re going to do what? Take what you want. Yes, do it.

  The tightness on my wrists burns. I know you’re strong, stronger than most, but normally you restrain from using that brute force on me. I love it. I’m dizzy for more—more shoving into the wall, more stretching my arms higher above my head. Don’t you dare ask if you’re hurting me, because it doesn’t matter. I’m yours to do with as you want. I’m all that exists in your world, and you are everything in mine.

  Ah, yeah, the tip of your cock is damp on my belly. You’re as turned on as me. Your breaths are blasting over my face; I’m breathing them in, breathing you in. My nipples feel so abused, your chest hair, wiry and thick, scraping them brutally. Your weight is on me, not quite crushing, but I can guess how it would feel on my ribs if you leaned a little more.

  Fuck. I’m in the air!

  Where are you taking me?

  Him

  On the bed, yes, that’s where I want you. On the bed so I can see you, all of you. Open your legs. Spread them wide so I can see your wet cunt. That’s it, wider, until your muscles are screaming. Your hairs are damp, clinging together in question-mark clumps, ready for me to sift my fingers or tongue through them. Christ, I want to taste you, to make those hairs separate, but you know what? I’m not going to do it. Not yet.

  Just stay where you are so I can stare at you. See you for who you are now, one of those dirty sluts you so want to be. Look at you, chest going up and down where you’re so out of breath, where you’re full of lust and want and need and wish I’d get on with it. Take you roughly and be done with it. But the beast in me, he’s telling me to make you wait. Make you want me so much that you feel the need to scream at me to get the hell on top of you and shove my cock inside your cunt.

  That’s what you want to say, isn’t it? Yes? So say it. Tell me what you need, speak the filthy words that are cluttering your mind.

  Oh, you beautiful little whore. That’s it, those are the words I wanted to hear coming from your usually pure mouth. How does it feel to have such dirty words spewing out of you? How the hell does it make you feel? Go on, tell me some more.

  You feel like a wanton woman, you say? Needy, greedy? That’s what I like to hear. I’m thinking, with you splayed out the way you are, that I want you to stay just like that. Unable to move, unable to touch me. No stroking my back or digging your nails into it as I shove inside you and make you come. No legs wrapping around me, your ankles crossed over my arse so you can push me closer with your heels. No, this is where I get to call the shots, where I dictate what goes on.

  See what you’ve done to me? See what you’ve turned me into?

  Oh yes, I know it must have been inside me all along, waiting to come out, but it was you who unlocked the closed door. You who encouraged it. And Christ, I’m glad you did.

  What am I doing? Tying your wrists to the headboard, that’s what. Your ankles are next, tied to the posts at the end of the bed. I want you completely open, completely at my mercy. Like I said, no touching. You just have to stay there and feel, experience whatever I want you to.

  There, a sexy star, spread out for me to feast on. And I will now—oh yes, I’ll feast on you. I can smell you as I dip my head closer to your pussy, and your legs, they’re trembling against me. But you’re not scared—no, you’re excited, the scent of it is coming off you, waves of that tangy, musky smell that drives me mad every time we fuck.

  Oh, God, you taste so good. So bloody good.

  Her

  That look in your eyes, it’s feral, wild. It’s turning me on more than I could ever have imagined. It’s hardly even you anymore, but it is you, a new side of you, a recently released beast that is predatory and hungry and about to sate an appetite.

  Ah, fuck, that’s it, eat me, just there. I can’t move, I’m yours, feast away. Damn, you’re not holding back, are you? Like a truffle snuffling pig, all niceties have gone out of the window. There’s no refinement in the way you’re slurping at my pussy, gobbling my juices and…

  Oh, your fingers, too, you know that’s my undoing. God, can I stand this? It’s torturously good and I’m stuck, trapped. I have no choice but to take it—that’s just what I wanted. But these binds, they’re tight; have you been practicing? Did you think of our dressing gown cords weeks ago or did that idea spring into your mind just now?

  It’s been a while since you buried your face in my pussy, and never like this. Fuck. I can barely think straight. This is more than I could have hoped for. You’re ignoring my moans. You’re lost in your own moment, my feeble squirms barely registering. I can tell by your expression, the poise of your body—spine braced, biceps flexed, arse in the air—that you’re completely self-centered and utterly self-absorbed in your frantic enjoyment of my body.

  Yes, yes, keep going. You’re giving it to me hard with your fingers. How many are in there, two, three, four? It’s almost violent the way you’re shunting into me, plucking my G-spot, unrelenting and expert. The squelch of my pussy is deliciously wet, it must be a swamp down there.

  Your eyes are closed, you’ve folded in on yourself, so have I now. The pressure is mounting, your sharp, stubbled chin catching my swollen labial lips, the abrasive pain an added bliss for me to tangle with my build up to orgasm. Your mouth is on my clit, sucking, thrashing. Your tongue energetically whipping me into a desperate frenzy.

  I know you’re not going to stop. But you’ll have to when I come; you know it’s too much if you to carry on like this when I do. The sweet pleasure turns to torment.

  And I’m going to, it’s so near. My arms. I forgot they were suspended to the side of me. Damn, I’m restless, my skin feverish. You’re holding me so open, so tight, one hand manacled around my right thigh—there’ll be bruises tomorrow. Good bruises. My pussy will be bruised too, and swollen. Yes, oh yes, you’ve never gone for it like this before. Painful it might be, but in a good way. This is a deep filling, frenetic ride to bliss. And I’m all yours, sacrificial.

  I’ve curled my toes, and my fingers I’ve clenched into nail-breaking fists. The climb to the wonderful crescendo has begun. I’m thrashing this way and that, my whole body lifting and dropping. But you own my pussy and you follow my jerking hips, greedily enjoying my imprisoned state. Have you dreamed of doing it this way? Of taking what you wanted without worrying about bedroom manners?

  Yes, keep going. But please, oh, I need you to hold me together, this is so big. I’m going to…

  Why the hell have you stopped?

  Him

  I can’t hold off any longer. I have to be inside you. I have to ram in, pump hard, and keep going until I come and you come and we’re a panting mess afterwards. Can you imagine that? Us breathless, hot, and so fucking…free. Yeah, that’s the word. We’re freeing ourselves by doing this, going to the next level.

  You were close, weren’t you, just about ready to come, bucking against my mouth. But you just take a minute to calm down. That’s it, breathe nice and steady, take your mind away from what’s raging through your aching clit. And it is aching, I’d bet, just like my cock.

  Look at it. You see how hard I am? Do you like the way I’m holding it, offering it towards you yet denying you being able to touch and lick it? I know you’re greedy for it, I can see it in your eyes. They’re wide, where you’re taking it all in. Are you thinking about what you want to do with it? Where you want it to be? I want it inside your pussy, because fuck, your hole is wet, open for me, ready for me to plunge the hell in and shag you ragged. Ah, you widened your eyes a bit more then. My dirty talk is getting to you, isn’t it?

  Oh, yeah, skin on skin is so good, your tits squashed against my chest like that. You feel me there? Feel my cock against your slit,
the head pressing into your clit? Soaked, you’re so damn soaked. I’m moving, humping, getting you going again. Christ, that feels good.

  You want a kiss? No, you’re not going to get one. If you want to feel like a used whore, then remember whores don’t get kissed. They take what they’re given, what they’re paid to do, and if you really want authenticity, I’ll leave you some money when I walk out of here after I’m done. That got you, didn’t it, got your attention. Yeah, you like that idea. Every time we do it like this, I’ll give you cash so you can replace the clothes I’ll have ripped or ruined. Maybe next time I’ll bring you a gift as well—shoes to wear while we fuck, or a corset, a pair of stockings. And won’t they sound nice when I dig my fingers through the nylon and pull? That tearing sound, can you imagine it? Feel the slide as I drag them down your legs.

  No, you don’t get to tell me to hurry up. You don’t tell me how much you want it, need it. I’m the customer, and the customer is always right. So, while I’m grinding, you trying to move into position so my cock just happens to slide into you, remember that you’re a slut who doesn’t get to call the shots. Remember your place.

  The way you’re panting and moaning—that’s turning me on. You’re testing my patience, my self-control. The sound your pussy’s making under my cock is driving me mad.

  Right.That’s enough of that. I have to be inside you—now.

  Her

  You just called me a whore and said you’d leave me money when we did it like this again. Does that mean you’re loving it as much as I am? Yeah, sure you are. But my mind is muddled with want. A primitive part of my brain is in control. I can’t completely understand what’s happening or why I feel like I could fly even though I’m harnessed to the bed.

  Yes, that’s it, stop messing about, stop wasting time, get inside me and finish what you’ve started. Your damn hard cock and your slit filmy with pre-cum has rubbed all over my pussy and clit enough, now get into my hole. Take what you want from me, what you’re paying for.

  Argh, Jesus, had I not been tied down my head would be through the wall. Fuck, you’ve never buried so deep on a first plunge or pummelled into me with every ounce of your strength before. I fucking love it. I know I’m shouting, crying out, not making sense, but I can’t help it.

  I’m going to come, you’re blasting my clit with each savage thrust of your hips. Call me a whore again. Tell me I’m your whore, your possession. That’s it, I’m tipping over the edge. I swear I’m going to squirt, I can’t control this release, it’s too enormous. It’s going to bulldoze right through me.

  But you’re the one calling the shots. I’m at your mercy. Just how I wanted it. Tied and bound with you unleashing your inner monster. And to think you hesitated when I’d suggested it. You’re having a fucking wonderful time now, aren’t you?

  Come with me, let’s come together. Kiss me, yes, you’ve forgotten about the rules now, haven’t you? You’re as far gone as I am and the need to plunge and plunder me in everyway possible has taken over.

  I’m there, I’ve reached my moment. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, this fucking is more than flirting with violence, but my pussy is spasming around your cock. Can you feel it? Is there any semblance of sanity left in your brain that can register my climax or are you so focused on your own?

  And it’s so damn good. I’m so wet, I’m sure I’ve just released a ton of juice, like I did that other one time. It’s having you like this that’s done it. Made me come so profoundly that my body unloaded my pleasure in a gush. Oh yes, keep going, you’re so near and I’m still cresting through my bliss.

  You’re not breathing now, not kissing me, just humping. That’s what you do just before you climax; you exist only for your cock, only for sensation. I adore that moment and I’m wrapping it with mine. We exist together in our ecstasy.

  Your flesh is ripe and soft. I’m biting you, hard, I don’t care. I don’t think you do, either. That sinewy strip of tendon between your neck and your shoulder muscle has found its way into my mouth. You shouldn’t have withdrawn attention from my tongue and lips. I need an anchor. I’m spiralling, spinning, another orgasm blasting me as you detonate in my pussy, shooting your spunk so damn high I swear I can taste it.

  Him

  You reckon you’d be able to taste it, do you? Well, next time I…ah…next time I pay for your services—oh, fuck, I’m still coming, it won’t stop—you can taste me. I’ll stick my cock in your mouth and hold your head still, your hair in my fist.

  This is sublime, but you know that. I can’t even begin to tell you how rock hard my cock feels, how the pulses going through it are also pumping through my body. It’s like I’m full of fuck—does that even make sense? Like every bit of me is geared to fucking and nothing else can get in. Breathing, emotions…no, none of them can get a look in at this moment. All I can feel is streams of cum jetting out of me and the spread of pleasure zipping up and down my cock, darting down the strip between my balls and arse, and pulling my bollocks tight.

  I can’t stop my pelvis from jolting. It’s making me jab my cock into you with juddering pokes, and God, you’re coming again, aren’t you? Having one of those back-to-back orgasms where the first one’s fading and the second one’s just starting. I know from experience this one will be shorter but so violent you’re likely to bite me harder than you are now.

  Shit, here it comes, your cunt clamping around my cock, you lifting your arse off the bed, pushing your clit into me and writhing so the skin above the root of my dick is rubbing you the same as when you play with yourself.

  I’m looking down at you now just in case you did have it in mind to bite harder. All I can see is you, a star-shaped woman balancing on her shoulders, her middle section off the bed, going wild, thrashing against me. You’re screaming out, words I don’t understand, but I don’t think I need to know what you’re saying. That is the language of you having gone insensible, all from a fuck where you’ve got your fantasy of being a used whore. Why the hell haven’t we done anything like this before? Why haven’t we felt this all-consuming, crazy passion where only sex matters and the feelings we’re getting?

  It sounds like you’re sobbing but you’re not. I know exactly why you’re doing that, could do it myself but I’m too wrapped up in watching you come hard and fast. This one’s raw, isn’t it, raw and painful in its pleasure. I’ll keep going until you’re done, but your cunt’s sucked every bit of cum out of me and I can’t give anything more.

  Slick, you feel how slick your pussy is? With both of our cum inside you, I’m having no trouble pushing into you, pulling out. My balls are throbbing as you lower your arse back to the bed, my cock aching, and the little tremors of aftershocks that are shivering through you are transferring to me. It’s as though we’re joined, both experiencing the same sensations.

  That’s it, you rest now. I’ll pull out, undo your wrists and ankles. Set you free so we can stay here for a while, you wrapped in my arms and legs, me kissing your forehead, your mouth, your cheeks. Yes, you close your eyes and let me look after you. I’m all you’ll ever need.

  And like I said earlier, the customer is always right.

  If you enjoyed Hard tryDangerous to Know by Lily Harlem – the first chapter is right here for you to enjoy.

  Blurb

  For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of night and hold my dreams hostage.

  Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because of one thing I’m certain—this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  DANGEROUS T
O KNOW

  Chapter One

  Peering through binoculars, I cursed the spring growth on the trees below my apartment. Most New Yorkers enjoyed the onset of the warmer seasons, but for me these burgeoning leaves were a hindrance to viewing the man at the center of my dark obsession.

  I didn’t know his name, or even what his voice sounded like. All I knew was that he spent a lot of time hanging out in the small park eighty feet below my window. Most often he was alone, moving his thumb over his iPhone or reading a newspaper, but occasionally he met people. Other men, men who looked decidedly shifty, a bit like him, men whom I wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley—or maybe I would.

  He’d sometimes talk on the phone, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. Occasionally he frowned and gnawed at the inside of his cheek as though irritated by what was being said. Once he looked up, straight at me, as if he’d felt the binoculars burning down on him.

  He didn’t come back for a whole two weeks after that day. I’d gone about my very average life as usual, running the ophthalmology outpatient department at Bellevue. Well, I say running—I’m the head receptionist and although I have no actual medical qualifications, without me it all goes haywire. Taking a day off sick is always a nightmare.

  I’d almost given up hope of seeing him again when suddenly he appeared. The day was gray and dull. He wore a short army-green jacket and a battered trilby-type hat. That’s when I’d decided before the month was out I’d go and introduce myself. It was time to get the ball rolling.

  And now the last day of May had arrived, which meant I couldn’t put off my self-imposed ultimatum any longer.

  Locking my apartment, I took the elevator then sauntered out into the spring sunshine. I wore a tight red vest top, a short purple skirt, silver stilettos and not a scrap of underwear.

  Several young men shouting to one another whizzed toward me on skateboards. I paused to let them by before stepping into the park. It was, as usual, relatively quiet. A few dog walkers and a couple of teens sauntering along. I glanced about. There he was, just where he’d been five minutes ago when I’d decided to make my move.